Tuesday Feb 01, 2005

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Later that night...

As I wait to get tired so that I can go to sleep to work yet another day so that I can either take drugs or try to get into grad school for some reason, I ask myself a few questions:

Am I wrong and can there be love?
Premise: Relitive existance.
Result: Love fades at best into friendship + sex, and at worst (and more likely) people who are only togeather for fear of being alone.

What am I doing?
Is it more valuable to take damage the self with chemicals making the time more enjoyable, or at least more exciting, or express the ego with the idea the the self actually has something to offer to the world?
Lets put it more D.A.R.E...
Should drugs fill that empty, black hole in my soal, or should I let out the doves in my heart and make the world a better place.
La! (flowers and cherubs)

Sorry, DarkEddy gots a hold on me, but its not as dark as it usually is... whatever
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eponine:
i don't know about letting any doves out or anything, but drugs are definitely not the way to fill that emptiness permanently.

garden state is a great movie, it makes me all sniffley and wimpy at the end.

i would move with my sister, but she's going to minneapolis and i hear it's very cold there...besides, i've got the school thing going here.
moving out of denver sure is tempting, though. blackeyed it seems to get lamer here by the day.
godiva666:
Approximation: I love your posts. But just get on the fucking bike, will you? And OF COURSE I will keep you updated, as this story is bound to be interesting... but you're dead on in terms of your interpretation of this boy.

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